The sweet fragrance of
The carefree world of
Childhood
Remains hidden
Until one is a grown adult
Tied in innumerable
Knots of desires and necessities
Even a carefree
Sound sleep looks distant
One is left with
No other choice
Except drowning oneself
In the sea of
Childhood memories
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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